The Furious Spinner

Helllllooooo darlin’s! It is the middle of the night, and I’m on the coast of Oregon with my sweetheart. He was attending a novel writing workshop, and I was along for the ride—and for the sun and the fun. Okay, there was no sun. This is the coast of Oregon in April. There was fun. I didn’t do anything. I’d sit in on the workshop, then I’d leave and go to our room and watch a movie or eat or watch c-span. When the group took a break or went out for a meal, I tagged along. Much fun to be with writers again.

The workshop was put on by an old friend of ours—someone we hadn’t seen in about eighteen years! He’s had more than 90 books published in the same span of time Mario and I have been working. He and his wife are successful writers. They started out at the same time as we did and they’ve been making their living at writing for at least the last fifteen years.

Anyway, it’s been invigorating to be away from home and be with other people. Especially since I was getting over the flu/cold. Better to be out and about rather than sitting at home wondering if I was dying this time. I’ve gotten sick far too many times this winter/spring. Mario didn’t want me to come on this trip, by the way. Thought it would be better for me to stay home and rest. But except for hacking up a lung every night and not sleeping, I did fine.

I had more to say but I just hacked up the other lung and I’m exhausted. Maybe tomorrow it won’t be raining and we can walk on the beach a bit before we leave. There are mermaids here everywhere. It’s funny, but I don’t remember any mermaids when I lived on the coast. This inn we’re staying at is great. It was built in the 1940’s, it’s not very expensive, and it’s very funky. (Funky in the good way, not in the stinky way.) The image on the bamboo curtain in our bedroom is a mermaid. The rest of the suite has paintings of dogs everywhere—about eight of them. A couple of my sisters would love that part of it. Probably all you dog lovers would. Me? I keep finding dog hair everywhere.

One of the reasons I wanted to come with Mario was to be near the ocean. Even though it has been raining, the ocean is still here—ever present. When you’re driving, you’ll glimpse it now and again. I don’t think I ever got tired of or used to seeing the ocean when I lived here for four years. I did get sick of the rain and the gray.

All right. I’m now watching Poker After Dark on television. This is pathetic since I don’t even know how to play poker. I’d prefer to watch baseball but them babies are all asleep. Or up blogging. Besides, the Mariners are already losing. They won their first game and have lost every game since then. Still, Ichiro is so pretty to watch. But I won’t bore you with the beauty of Ichiro’s baseball playing. I’ve already done that too many times before.

Okay. I’m outta here....I’m hope me and da sand man can make a deal. 1 comments

1 Comments:

I can relate to some of this, as I have found a local coffeehouse where poets gather each week to read.

It does feel good to be with ones "own kind".

One of these days I'll attend a writers workshop myself.

By  James, at 4:00 AM  

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